Post by torbid on Dec 29, 2005 13:38:59 GMT -5
You’re sitting in the corner of your favorite pub on the outskirts of Dunnan, when you realize something isn’t quite right. There’s a man in the room who hadn’t been there a moment ago, obscured by his rough leather coat. Strangers wander through this area all the time, but that wasn’t the problem. You sat facing the only entrance to the building, and the only door to the back room was behind the bar. Just where did this guy come from? It was then you slowly started to notice something else, something stabbing at the back of your head. It was a feeling of unease, to be sure, but there’s something even more. You suddenly found yourself taking a large, quick breath. You’d forgotten to breathe? As you found yourself focused completely on this new arrival, it was then you realized what that feeling was. This man’s presence alone was hitting you like the tide, making you slowly push your body harder and harder against the wall.
Taking one last swag from your ale, you find yourself setting it down softly, as not to attract this wanderer’s ire. Cursing yourself for being a weak-minded fool, you begin the process of convincing your legs that they should be moving now. The only thing on your mind is leaving. Looking around, you can see almost every other patron of the little bar is focused on this man also. The muscles in your right leg had just begun to twitch slightly in the direction you wanted to go when the shrouded man spoke.
“Where is the Cepter that owns this territory?” He bellowed. You realized something else. The feeling you were getting from this man had nothing to do with power. It was just his overwhelming person that kept you on edge. When he spoke, however, it was like opening a window in a hurricane. Suddenly, any idea of movement fled your mind, along with the thought of doing anything that would make the unwelcome guest look your way.
Three men you knew as Cepters got up from their tables, wiping the brew from their chins. One opened his mouth to unwisely chide the intruder, when a flash of light permeated the room. The light was quick, and didn’t linger, allowing everyone in the room to see the three men bound by white-hot chains on the floor.
“Three of fourteen Cepters in this room down. Would the owner of this territory kindly step forward and save everyone else here the trouble?” Two more stood, but quickly sat down. If asked what happened later, they would have told you how dumbfounded they had been when the spells they had planned on casting on the man disappeared from their minds, only to be left confused and lost.
“Two more are done. How long must we play this game? I suppose I could just strike this building down, eh? The one that survives would likely be the Cepter I seek... Or maybe it would kill him outright anyway, and save me plenty of time. Yes, that sounds like a great plan”.
“That won’t be necessary,” The bartender said flatly. “I’m the one you seek. Now stranger, you’re causing some trouble here. Would you at least give us your name? I’d never forgive myself if let that lazy tombstone carver off easy.”
“I am called Torbid, and I’ll be taking this territory from you”.
If you're still with me, hello all
. I'm Torbid. Took me quite a while to find an active Culdcept community. 'Tis sad, as it is such a great game. I'd actually bought it almost a year ago used at a game crazy, played a round, got my butt kicked, and put it away. That is, until a few weeks ago when a friend and I picked it up again out of bordom.
Well, sufice it to say, we're hooked. So, I think i'll be hanging around for a while.
Heres to good times! *raises an ale to the sky*
Taking one last swag from your ale, you find yourself setting it down softly, as not to attract this wanderer’s ire. Cursing yourself for being a weak-minded fool, you begin the process of convincing your legs that they should be moving now. The only thing on your mind is leaving. Looking around, you can see almost every other patron of the little bar is focused on this man also. The muscles in your right leg had just begun to twitch slightly in the direction you wanted to go when the shrouded man spoke.
“Where is the Cepter that owns this territory?” He bellowed. You realized something else. The feeling you were getting from this man had nothing to do with power. It was just his overwhelming person that kept you on edge. When he spoke, however, it was like opening a window in a hurricane. Suddenly, any idea of movement fled your mind, along with the thought of doing anything that would make the unwelcome guest look your way.
Three men you knew as Cepters got up from their tables, wiping the brew from their chins. One opened his mouth to unwisely chide the intruder, when a flash of light permeated the room. The light was quick, and didn’t linger, allowing everyone in the room to see the three men bound by white-hot chains on the floor.
“Three of fourteen Cepters in this room down. Would the owner of this territory kindly step forward and save everyone else here the trouble?” Two more stood, but quickly sat down. If asked what happened later, they would have told you how dumbfounded they had been when the spells they had planned on casting on the man disappeared from their minds, only to be left confused and lost.
“Two more are done. How long must we play this game? I suppose I could just strike this building down, eh? The one that survives would likely be the Cepter I seek... Or maybe it would kill him outright anyway, and save me plenty of time. Yes, that sounds like a great plan”.
“That won’t be necessary,” The bartender said flatly. “I’m the one you seek. Now stranger, you’re causing some trouble here. Would you at least give us your name? I’d never forgive myself if let that lazy tombstone carver off easy.”
“I am called Torbid, and I’ll be taking this territory from you”.
If you're still with me, hello all
. I'm Torbid. Took me quite a while to find an active Culdcept community. 'Tis sad, as it is such a great game. I'd actually bought it almost a year ago used at a game crazy, played a round, got my butt kicked, and put it away. That is, until a few weeks ago when a friend and I picked it up again out of bordom. Well, sufice it to say, we're hooked. So, I think i'll be hanging around for a while.
Heres to good times! *raises an ale to the sky*
